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shuffling feet recede with the sinking heat shadow chanters possess the street sidewalk dancers work their song the mind a clenched fist pounding a one beat drum a hustle in lunacy chasing crank and doom sound surrounds a fool that is what you hear the constant humm lost in the ear exhales as a kindle, leads a rumble the bellow of a beast howling thunder the sound so pleasing crawls under the skin begins to breath becomes the wind jacked up spread thin spinning shards of speed believing all the joy in greed sabotage of self redeem a play to crash and fiend infringes the sound of terror louder than an ocean roars misery always begs more hand on a knife steady work in a glisten fury breathes bending twisted thrashing fragile decline slashing sublime carving within the lines seeking a hollow spine nothing seen to intervene struck hard to a mad core falling through every door landing in the sleep of dreams face in a pillow held to the floor nothing left to bargain suffocation frees a demon leaves a human being Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
CRANK and DOOM
shuffling feet recede with the sinking heat shadow chanters possess the street sidewalk dancers work their song the mind a clenched fist pounding a one beat drum a hustle in lunacy chasing crank and doom sound surrounds a fool that is what you hear the constant humm lost in the ear exhales as a kindle, leads a rumble the bellow of a beast howling thunder the sound so pleasing crawls under the skin begins to breath becomes the wind jacked up spread thin spinning shards of speed believing all the joy in greed sabotage of self redeem a play to crash and fiend infringes the sound of terror louder than an ocean roars misery always begs more hand on a knife steady work in a glisten fury breathes bending twisted thrashing fragile decline slashing sublime carving within the lines seeking a hollow spine nothing seen to intervene struck hard to a mad core falling through every door landing in the sleep of dreams face in a pillow held to the floor nothing left to bargain suffocation frees a demon leaves a human being Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
#addiction#grief#denial#psychoses
SheerTerror
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SheerTerror
99/F/ARIZONA
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
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